The novice looks on in despair, the experienced driver considers a moment, makes use of the tools and few things he has with him, and goes on.
It is astonishing how much can be done with few tools and practically no supplies.

A packing blows out; if you have no asbestos, brown paper, or even newspaper saturated with oil, will do for the time being; if a wheel has to be taken off, a fence-rail makes an excellent jack; if a chain is to be riveted, an axe or even a stone makes a good dolly-bar and your wrench an excellent riveting hammer; if screws, or nuts, or bolts drop off, -- and they do,--and you have no extra, a glance at the machine is sure to disclose duplicates that can be removed temporarily to the more essential places.
Then, too, no one has ever exhausted the limitless resources of a farmer's wagon-shed.

In it you find the accumulations of generations, bits of every conceivable thing,--all rusty, of course, and seemingly worthless, but sure to serve your purpose on a pinch, and so accessible, never locked; just go in and help yourself.

Nowadays farmers use and abuse so much complicated machinery, that it is more than likely one could construct entire an automobile from the odds and ends of a half-dozen farm-yards.
All boys and most girls--under twelve--say, "Gimme a ride;" some boys and a few girls--over twelve--say, "You look lonesome, mister." What the hoodlums of the cities say will hardly bear repetition.

In spite of its swiftness the automobile offers opportunities for studying human nature appreciated only by the driver.
The city hoodlum is a most aggressive individual; he is not invariably in tattered clothes, and is by no means confined to the alleys and side streets.